Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Belize and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Alison Limerick to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
New Order,
Nils Olav,
F. McDonald,
Q and Not U,
The Birthday Party,
Roger Hodgson,
Spandau Ballet,
Todd Rundgren,
Skaos,
Letta Mbulu,
Grey Daturas,
Scratch Acid,
Lalann,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marine Girls,
Boredoms,
The Gories,
Spoonie Gee,
Lower 48,
Scion,
The Offenders,
The Evens,
The Fire Engines,
MC5,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sixth Finger,
The Fall,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boz Scaggs,
Popol Vuh,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dark Day,
Adolescents,
Supertramp,
DJ Sneak,
Jandek,
Boogie Down Productions,
Half Japanese,
Leonard Cohen,
Susan Cadogan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeff Mills,
John Coltrane,
Skarface,
Arab on Radar,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Motions,
Lee Hazlewood,
ABBA,
Unwound,
MDC,
Eric Dolphy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nik Kershaw,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Doors,
T.S.O.L.,
Scan 7,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.